Poetry isn’t always clear. Or all-encompassing. It may reflect a moment, or a period, of time in anyone’s life. Or it may be an observation, of the writer, of their perception of being witness to someone else’s experience. I will write something (like the above) and then re-read it years later (like now) and feel something different then when I wrote it. It still fits or applies, but for different reasons. I like that about art. Whether it be a written art form, painting, drawing, music…..it is fluid and flexible with emotions.